Sec. Clo. Marry, now I can tell.
First Clo. To't.
Sec. Clo. Mass, I cannot tell.
Enter Hamlet and Horatio, afar off.[1988]
First Clo. Cudgel thy brains no more about it, for your
dull ass will not mend his pace with beating, and when 55
you are asked this question next, say 'a grave-maker:' the
houses that he makes last till doomsday. Go, get thee to[1989][1990]
Yaughan; fetch me a stoup of liquor. [Exit Sec. Clown.[1990][1991]
[He digs, and sings.
In youth, when I did love, did love,
Methought it was very sweet, 60
To contract, O, the time, for-a my behove,[1992]
O, methought, there-a was nothing-a meet.[1993]
Ham. Has this fellow no feeling of his business, that[1994][1995]
he sings at grave-making?[1995]
Hor. Custom hath made it in him a property of easiness.[1996] 65
Ham. 'Tis e'en so: the hand of little employment hath
the daintier sense.[1997]